Thursday, 1 November 2012

Jogging is good.

I like jogging. Well, trotting.
At
mini-pace, as slowly as you want, for as long as you wish. A quiet
evening park, people lazily walking their dogs, last thing of the
day. So quiet. Calm, slow breath, leaves rustling with every step, full
moon half-hidden behind the clouds.
Only you and the grass under your feet, so pure, so simple.
Time to relax after the day, calm down, smile at the world around.
And the whole world is beautiful, and the body is filling with energy, so happy, and all that's left to do is to smile.
Balance.

It's
not like biking, where there's so much struggle. The smallest incline
and it's just pain, and panting, and "head down and push" and all there
is to see is the front wheel and that 1 metre of the road in front of
it. And numbing pain in the guts, and stabbing pain in the ribcage, and
knots in the stomach and the lungs fighting for every breath like a fish
dragged out of the water. And then a breath-catcher break just to
repeat it all over again and again until there is no energy left to
object. Pain, sweat, swearing and struggle.

Trotting is good.
And
there was a 15-minute long spectacle of fireworks during the jog
tonight, beautiful, colourful, eye-widening, smile-on-the-face-pushing
fireworks :)